ROWING UP IN A CREOLE AND CAJUN my mother would always grab leftover rice, bacon, eggs, and green onions to make a quick fried rice for breakfast. I knew I had a Chinese grandfather on my mother’s side a few generations back, but I put little thought into it as a kid. Now, I know the dish tells a story, rooted in the ties between Creole and Chinese immigrants in Louisiana following the construction of the transcontinental railroad.
